A simple college student in the small town of Derry, Maine finds her life turned upside down when she connects with an unusual being. *this story is mature*

this book is a interracial story and it's about a thick girl she is a one of the photographer for WWe Raw & Smackdown and she finally meets Baron Corbin and she gets to know him better. Was falling in love with Baron Corbin a mistake or was it perfect? Find out in Falling in Love (Baron Corbin)!

One shots and drabbles about WWE Superstar, Dean Ambrose. These are all my original works. Please do not copy or share. Photo used for cover from jimdrugfree on Tumblr.

a silly dare leads to something more

"I don't love you. I never will." "I never asked you to." "But you want me to." "People don't always get what they want."

Continuation of the first story, Lovesick. IF YOU DID NOT READ THE FIRST PART, CHECK IT OUT BEFORE READING, PART 2!

Basically the funny thoughts and pics from the fandoms I'm in and also a few thing I ship there will be a few chapters with gay or lesbian couples I will warn u in the disclaimer if it is one so u can skip to the next chapter if I forgot to put a disclaimer then it is not a gay or lesbian couple chapter

Allison is in love with her best friend Dean Ambrose. She is trying to get him to realize that the girl he is in love with doesn't care about him. Will Dean realize that his friend is in love with him or will he push her away?

Warning: Strong Mature Content. "Two more please." I said to the bartender as I as I finished off my fourth drink. "Two sir?" He asked me, "Don't you think you've had enough?" "Who's paying who here?" I slurred as I glared at him. He sighed, but nodded and went to go retrieve what I asked. 'How could I let this happen?' I think to myself It was my fault. God, it was all my fault. I did the one thing I told myself not to do... I let myself fall in love with her. Me, all by myself. It was nobody's fault but mine. I fell in love with her laugh. Her smile. Her jokes that weren't funny at all. Her attitude. Her personality. The way how I felt when I touched her. The way she said my name, weather it was normally, in mid laugh, in a cry of help, or a moan. I fell in love with everything about her, every part of her. I was in love with her. And now here I am, at some local bar, while she's getting married to my cousin in a state hours away from here. She was out of my life, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.